13 Years Ago Today City 1 Rags 0 FA Cup Semi Final Wembley

I couldn't stomach the agony of the last few minutes, but strangely once Gareth Barry won that Free Kick, and I knew the ref was about to blow for time, I wanted it to last forever
 
blue by birth said:
What a great day that was..set off from bury at 6 and arrived at Wembley around 12...beers from the off licence and then onto the roundabout.
It was great watching coach loads of blues arriving and seeing the reception that rag coaches got.
Walked up Wembley way in the middle of loads of rag cunts..all giving it large but doing fuck all as usual.
Brilliant atmosphere in the ground and even better going back to our mini bus parked near the rag coaches..plenty of punches thrown and they fucked off quickly when they realised that we weren't backing down.
On way back we stopped about 1 mile from Wembley to get refreshments and there was a minibus of rags on a side street..a few of them got off giving it verbals but as soon as we piled off our bus they ran back to theirs..
Must admit going to Wembley we only saw the odd car with rag fans and the rest of the traffic was blues ..same on the way back.
Loads of blues winding them up with a loud rendition of .." you only live round the corner" and their only comeback was fack off back to Manchester you northern cunts.
That was really the start of them knowing we were here to stay.
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I remember the M6 being a swathe of blue and white all the way down, i honestly think we outnumbered them about 10/1. Didn't notice many rags till Warwick services .

What a day! First time in the Green Man and then a pub crawl down the high street bumping into blues i knew, all happy. TOJ was there stood on a table doing what she does, City songs all over the pubs, brilliant.

Winning that game was the catalyst to our success and beating Stoke in the final was more important than the Aguero moment i think because it was our first trophy since 76 league cup win.
 
This is one a few days I wish I could do all over again.

Brilliant time on the ferry.
The beer.
Train to shithole London.
The nerves creeping in.
Usual prematch full English breaky.
The growing nerves.
Sky blue sky.
The Greeman.
The beer.
The joy.
The many friends.
The singing.
Walking up to Wembley.
The returning of the nerves.
Wembley since 1981.
Entering the stadium.
Blue and white.
So fck proud.
The Poznan.
The nerves.
No nails left.
Taking control of the game.
The growing confidence.
The togetherness in the stands.
The wee.
Ugly City wankers in the toilets.
Half time beers.
2nd half control.
Anger for not finishing off these twats.
Yaya.
The explosion of noise I.
The joy.
The celebrations.
Cityfans.
The songs.
The confidence drifting again.
Swearing at Scoles.
The joy him walking off.
The nerves.
The wee.
The last few minutes.
The fck nerves.
Fck extra time.
Still the fck wee.
The swearing.
The final whistle.
The explosion of noise II.
Defending Balotelli.
Rags doing the firedrill.
The joy.
The hugging.
Lifting the cup.
The tears.
The proudness.
The joy.
The celebrations by the players.
The joy.
Leaving Wembley a proud blue.
The Greenman again.
Getting a wee at last.
The joy.
The beer.
The singing.
Being wasted.
Wondering how I got to the hotel.
In bed.
Knackered.
Proudly crying of joy.
Asleep with my Mancini scarve.
 
The day we discovered the Green man pub ..... no everyones cup of tea but wow, i have had some great days in there and the semi being one of them.
The most emotional i have ever been at a match ...
It was indeed the day the tide turned after decades of that shower of shite dominating .
 
I was living in Helsinki at the time and flying back for home games so ended up knowing a lot of the Finnair gate and check in staff as I was a regular on weekend mornings on the flight to Manchester.

That morning I was on BA to Heathrow and was cancelled, so was able to get on standby on the one Finnair flight to London that morning. Sat at the gate with a boarding pass but no seat…silently swearing at every prick that arrived for the flight as each one reduced my chance of getting on board.

Gate closing…more turn up. Until eventually I got the nod - not just the nod but seat 1B. The best seat going.

Got a bus at Heathrow to Windsor to meet my dad and some American tourist got on with no cash. So thinking I’d need all the karma that day and had probably used all my luck already that morning I paid his fare. We had a bit of a chat and he promised to support us.

So thanks whoever you are from somewhere in the States.
 
bennyboy said:
Just when you are thinking it does not get any better than this Mario put the icing on the cake.
Despite everything that happened since this is the moment for me.
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Watching that moment back on the tele the next day was indeed the icing on the cake. I hindsight, Wio losing his shit that badly was so so telling; he knew this was an important moment. After years of entitlement he could see that we wouldn't be bullied or cowed and that sent him into a rage as he realised that the easy street they had lived on for so long was melting before his eyes.

This is why Bobby is so loved by many of us and so important to our history. We needed to believe in ourselves and not be bullied and here was a bit of an arsey bastard and someone who as a player had the self-belief/swagger to score with a backheeled volley from a corner. His mate/wayward son Mario, daft as he was, was the embodiment of that confidence and belief as anyone who ever saw him take a penalty will know; one of his top 3 moments in a city shirt!
 
It was my first visit to the 'new' Wembers. I paid a tidy sum for the ticket but I was on the front row right by the very corner flag Yaya ran to and I've got a superb piccy of the team piling in on top of him.

(No, I'm not posting it 'cos you bastards won't respect the law of copyright!)
 
It's mad to think that the gap in time between now and that, is the same gap in time from 1994 when Franny took over to the 1981 Spurs final....and to me as a 16 year old in 94 the Spurs final felt like ancient history of a completely different era, so interesting to think that any 16 year olds at Wembley on Saturday will probably view Yayas goal in a similar way, even though it still feels fairly recent to me
 
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